A Journey.

Part of our life's journey has been completed.

2008

We just finished our PMR, we were all so excited with our results. Nothing could beat us down and we thanked heaves for giving us a break for the next year. We start having dreams of getting out of our school, proceeding to a greater and better school, we start having fantasy of ourselves being greeted by the world. We look at ourselves and say, let's bring on the big guy.

2009.

We enter Form 4. Nervousness strike us on whether we would be chose to enter the elite stream, we finally get a choice, a pinch of democracy to choose what we want to study. Dubbed as the "Honeymoon" year, we lay back and rest for awhile. We receive advices from our seniors that Form 4 isn't a year to rest, but to get your foundation up, but we rarely listen to that advice. We play pranks and we partied. We fell in love and we fought. Many of us left our schools and went to new ones hoping to get a better future. As the year approaches its finale, then our consciousness kick in, and we say time is running short.

2010.

The dreaded year, the final year in school. The big guy. From the very beginning we start to focus, not giving attention to other matters, we study day and night, burning the fluorescent light (midnight oil in modern terms), we shan't do petty nonsense. We enroll in more than two tuition classes, we avoid outings, we cease to enjoy. Then midyear comes, we slack a little, SPM is still a long way to go, we have fun, we relax, then ultimately our grades aren't that good. Then we realize SPM is just 3 months more. We go into gear and start sleeping with our books. Seminars, extra classes, "hot tips" circulate, desperation rises, we cramp our heads on what we are learning. A week more to SPM, our room lights are never off, we drool on our books and we the only thing on our minds are get As, get As, straight As. The dreaded D-day comes, it goes, and then it ends. We give out a sigh of relief, now we look forward on what are we to do for the next three months. Car? Work? Study?

2011.

January passes, February passes then March arrives. We pray more earnestly. We cross our fingers and our toes, we check the newspapers everyday to see when is it coming out, we have sleepless nights. Then after all that enduring the day comes. We don't sleep that night, we've lost our appetites and we get everything twisted up. We go to school on that day, we meet up with our friends; we laugh and share each other's experience over the past three months. The teachers exit the meeting hall, they lay the heavy stacks of files on the tables. The counters open. We line up, we get our results. And then, we see the tears, the screams, the joy, the laughter, the silence, the curiosity of one another and of course we see our teachers there. We look at each other, we shake hands, wishing one another congratulations, and at times wishing each other that this isn't the end. The hall quiet down, everyone leaves, life at school goes on as normal.

As for us, we now will have to move forward. A whole world is in front of us. We taste sweet victory for the past 11 years, and some us may feel remorse for the 11 years. But whatever it is, this is it, there's nothing you can do about your past, the only way is to look forward and beyond.

Congratulations to all my friends, your efforts paid off. Your labour is your own sowing; and now the world is yours. Don't ever feel bad or remorse over your work.

Thank you my teachers for giving us the guidance and making us study; our parents, and ultimately we thank God for giving a chance for us succeed.

Dedicated to:

all the Malaysian born in 1993 who took their SPM last year in 2010 and just got their results on the 23rd of March 2011.

And to you, my friend

who made my Form4 and Form5 life wonderful.